Goodbye, 2017.

It’s been a hell of a ride. If I thought 2016 ended on a brilliant note, 2017 has seemed like the complete opposite. Battling my demons has never been more difficult, to the point where I don’t even try and hide it anymore. If you’re reading this and have earnestly asked me how I’m feeling […]

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Been a while.

Well, it quite frankly has. Since my last post, I have gotten back together with N- thank heavens for that. She’s always been my pillar, and has never once rolled her eyes at my mood swings or my preposterously perennial plans to go to McDonald’s for our dates- a huge, huge change from A. Funnily […]

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Mental bleach

Funnily enough, I wonder how we reached here. I used to be able to tell you everything. We’re both apart today, without any means to contact each other. I found out you’ve gone back home, that through WordPress comments (that’s a new one). I guess this is how it’s going to be- that’s how you want it […]

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Never Love Again

Originally posted on Frank Solanki:
Someday I will tell you just exactly how I feel If I am able to figure out what is right and what is real Then I’ll hold you close and leave my fate completely in your hands Or I may turn around and walk away just as I may have…

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#birthdayweek: Malevolent moustache.

My birthday’s in seven days. That’s right, seven fucking days more, and I’m no longer a teenager. This is a series wherein I write seven embarrassing things I can proudly say that I’ve done whilst “living da lyf”. Over the past two weeks, I’ve made one irrevocable decision: that I won’t shave my moustache. My […]

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All I want for my birthday is…

Birthdays have always been very special for me. I don’t know why some people don’t like it- for me, it’s an opportunity to grow older; to inch closer to using my real ID card to gain entry into clubs. Birthdays also give you a very convenient excuse to act pricey and eat cake. I’ll admit, […]

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When does it get better?

It’s been shit. Frankly, it’s all been shit. I wish I had a closet, in which I could just hide and travel to Narnia, and be there, where nobody knows me. Nobody knows the baggage, the history, the troubles. I’m just a nobody. And for the first fucking time in my life, I’d rather be […]

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Dear beloved.

For the past six months You have been the light that lit my cigarette, The rock on which I stubbed my toe, The pump that I used to fill my lungs With just that much life That revived a huffing asthmatic. For the past six months We have been through joy Through pain, through adulation […]

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Unwelcome in your own home

For me, home has never been a place. It has been a feeling, a thought. More often than not, it structures itself into a mould of brick and mortar, and a house becomes a home.  *** Anyone that has ever been close to me knows that my relationship with my parents has been transactional at […]

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